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…or and sing out a question about some work or dating intrigue and ask if the buses had run on-time. She saw my weariness. While I spun my tales, she’d foist a plate of her delicious southern cooking upon me. She never ask…
NatalieSugabelle
Aza Y. Alam
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Such people are angels in disguise !
Exploring the entanglements of gender, race and class during this era of the Eurokleptocene. Let’s do better, one story, one learning, one comment at a time.
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